I just watched the animated feature “Sing” with my roomies and it has me all full of joyful happy sunshine-y vibes, so I am tossing out my original plan for tonight’s blog and instead I am just going to let loose my tendency to gush and talk about the flick.

Seriously. The title was going to be “Maybe I Am Not Such A Nice Guy After All”. But fuck that darkness shit. For tonight, I am going to embrace the light.

Heck, I’m gonna hug the daylights out of it!

So. The flick.

Loved it, loved it, loved it. It is full to the brim with warmth and heart and depth and understanding and wit and wackiness and just about everything else I love.

Oh, and deep within its heart flows the magic and spirit of the theatre.

But more than that. it is the spirit of The Show. 

The Show is much more powerful than its venue. Note that people do not say “the theatre must go on”. The Show taps into something very deep in the human spirit that dates back to the days when primitive hunter gatherers would return from the hunt and hold the tribe spellbound as they reenacted the day’s adventures for them.

I talked about this in the following video.

Short version, the show must go on because while the show is in production, it is basically the religion of everyone involved. It’s rare that modern life provides a shared, common goal with a clear timetable combined the powerful magic of group endeavour and group hardship to make something far, far greater than the sum of its parts.

And it is all held together by The Show. Therefore, The Show has to happen. Otherwise, all the good feelings and the power of the group to supercede the individual (in a wonderful way) will turn into frustration, bitterness, and despair.

Personaly, I would much much rather have a show bomb like Nagasaki and close after the first night than not happen at all.

And the movie totally gets this. It gets it to the point of having the show in the movie recover from what seems like a total disaster that they could never come back from.

It’s been a long time since anything made me genuinely wonder how the heck the heroes were going to get out of the situation, but this movie did it.

When the big disaster happens, it really seems like that has to be it. And the way they recover from it is something I never would have thought of in a million years.

So in addition to everything I have said about the movie, it is also quite fresh and original. You have seen many of the elements before, especially if you have ever watched the old 1940s “show” musicals like A Star Is Born, but the excellent writing and execution makes it all fresh and new and full of bright and shiny happy energy again.

Wow, it is amazingly hard to resist the urge to now point out the movie’s imperfections. I really want to do it. But I am not going to.

I am staying positive and resisting the impatient urgings of both my depression, which instinctively attacks all things that are good and positive as a threat to its regime, and my unstoppably analytical mind, which can’t stop thinking about something until it has reached and outputted to my conscious mind a firm valuation of it.

Well fuck that. Know how I keep asking people if they would rather be right or happy? Well I am living it now. I am determined to be happy, dammit, and if being perfectly objective and accurate about everything gets in the way, it will have to go.

I mean, what good is all this Truth if I am miserable? I’d rather be deluded, thanks.

So here we good. Positivity I can do this.

Um, how many words left? 340? Oy.

More about the movie, then. The characters are great. Each one has their own unique backstory and personality. And yet they are all easy to identify with as well.

This is so hard. I have to fight the urge to start a paragraph with “Overall…” or “On the other hand… ” or “I’m not saying the film is perfect…”.

It’s almost comical, really, this internal battle to remain positive. I feel like I am defiantly pushing down on the scale with my thumb and looking around like I am just waiting for somebody to try to judge me about it.

Oh, and speaking of scales, when I was at the doctor’s office on Wednesday, I stepped on the scales and found out that I only way 313 pounds now.

That’s way less than I thought I weighed. Last time I got weighed (which as admittedly aaages ago) I weighed around 335. So, boffo on that.

And afterwards, I got myself some of the fruit juice freezies that I love so much in the summer. They are sugar free, being mostly just fruit juice and, I assume, some kind of stabilizer to keep it from freezing into big flavourless crystals.

And they are delicious. I would much rather have fruit juice than anything artificial anyhow, even back when sugar was not a factor.

Just deleted a whole paragraph for being too negative. The struggle continues.

I pretty much have the whole sugar free sweet things on lock now. I get sugar free cookies in many varieties at Sav-On. Every 7-11 has three different varieties of sugar free ice cream, and I even know where to get sugar free ice cream sandwiches.

Even the fact that those exist makes me feel better about the world.

So you could say my life is pretty sweet right now, and you’d be right. I have sweet foods in my life, it’s summer, I have video games I enjoy playing, I have friends that I enjoy hanging out with, and a nice soft bed to sleep on every night.

Life is good.

And that’sall I have to say about it.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow,.